The morning sun had yet to rise when Valeria stirred from her sleep.
'Sigh…..It is a mess….'
Her mind, already active, seemed to have been awake long before her body, preoccupied with thoughts of what lay ahead.
She had spent much of the night thinking about the tournament in Andelheim, the opportunity it presented, and the pressure that came with it. This was no ordinary competition—this was her chance to reclaim her pride, to prove her worth as a knight, and to restore some dignity after her ill-fated trip.
Valeria sat up, her violet eyes blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains. Her thoughts were already on her training. As always, discipline was the foundation of her morning. No matter how much weighed on her mind, her routine never faltered.
